23/09
2011

Argentinos Juniors  0  Tigre  1

I was the victim at the end of this game of verbal bullying by supporters of the Argentinos Juniors club president,  Luis Segura.

The team had just finished their first game under the new manager,  Nestor Gorosito. It was a dismal display. At least under his predecessor,  Pedro Troglio,  they tried to play football. They failed but at least they tried. This was a shambles that made a mediocre Tigre side look at times like Barcelona.

Angry Old Men

Usually new managers are given a grace or honeymoon period during which they have the opportunity to show what they can do. Gorosito,  who was a failure the last time he managed Argentinos Juniors in 2007-08,  was the target of fan abuse almost from the kick-off.

After the final whistle the fans around me turned to hurl insults at the president,  Luis Segura,  casting aspersions, in song,  about his mother’s profession. Several of his supporters shouted back. One of two of them jumped down from the safety of the seated area to remonstrate nose to nose with the protesters.

I took photos and one of Segura’s men challenged me. “I’m a tourist,”  I said. “But I’d like to know what authority you have to tell me whether or not I can take photos.” He insisted I put my camera away.

An English-speaking fan,  obviously concerned about my safety,  kindly advised me to do the same. “They’re Segura’s people,”  he explained. “It could get nasty.”

My confrontation came the same day that the government’s commerce secretary,  Guillermo Moreno,  requested a court order obliging newspapers to give up the names,  addresses and telephone numbers of any journalists who in the past six years have written anything that questions the government’s official inflation figures.

As a resident here I can tell you that the official inflation figures are as reliable as a Premiership manager announcing the day before an international friendly that his star player is injured.

The move is a blatant infringement of the freedom of the media and both the opposition and several international bodies have said so. I’m not suggesting for one moment that my little confrontation ranks as an attack on my liberty. But it does demonstrate a sensitivity to criticism by many in authority here.

One thing I must say however is that despite the nose-to-nose,  bulging eyeball nature of some of the arguments I saw,  there was no violence.

Gorosito. Unpopular choice...

I’ve no doubt that similar confrontations in Britain would have produced a fist fight. But Argentine men – for you rarely see women in these situations – seem to possess the admirable ability to pull away at the point when you feel violence must be inevitable.

I don’t find this a violent society but most porteños,  or Buenos Aires residents,  would disagree. They’d have you believe the city is a cross between Mogadishu and Baghdad.

It’s a question,  I guess,  of perception.  Buenos Aires has its share of violent,  drug-induced crime. Men beat their wives,  police have been known to hit their prisoners and newspapers carry regular tales of thieves opening fire on their victims. Of course,  it’s also got its dodgy neighbourhoods and places you’d be advised to avoid after dark.

But it’s no worse than many similar sized cities around the world and in many aspects a good deal better. I’d certainly rank it as generally safer than most of the other Latin American capitals I’ve been to.

I met a Glaswegian the other day who pretty much agreed with me. And he lives in the less than reputable La Boca neighbourhood where he comes and goes and is greeted by the locals. He admitted to not being a stereotypical Glaswegian hard man and was surprised when we suggested that with his bald head and confident manner,  the locals might be wary of him.

No Victory in Sight...

I don’t want to tempt fate but I’ve never had any problems in Buenos Aires either. I’ve never had to call on my judo yellow belt with two red stripes and would probably,  if I were cornered,  hand over my wallet to a gang of brownies wielding chocolate chip cookies.

I did,  in second year primary school,  lash out in a fit of panic when confronted by playground bully,  Tommy Ford,  and luckily caught him full in the solar plexus. He never touched me again. Neither did anyone else since the perception circulated that I was not to be messed with.

My ill-deserved reputation had waned when many years later I was confronted by knife-wielding muggers in Georgetown,  Guyana,  who ripped off my wedding ring and a small chunk of finger and emptied my pockets. “Tommy Ford!” I muttered. But it did no good.

There are several reasons that might explain why porteños believe they live in a city that is more dangerous than it is. The media for one carries a daily diet of crime stories that wouldn’t have made it into my former local newspaper,  the Hackney Gazette.

I had to stop reading the local rag since it unnerved me to know that the petrol station I’d filled my tank at was held up at gunpoint ten minutes after I’d been there or the bloke three behind me in the queue at the supermarket had stabbed the cashier in a row over the validity of a 30p off baked beans coupon.

Also,  those who have in this city tend to live very far from those who don’t have much. I’ve met plenty who never travel by public transport. They send their kids to well protected schools distant from the poorer neighbourhoods and have only a distorted notion of what goes on in those dark and undesirable communities.

Despite the minor challenge to my freedom to take photographs,  I’d still hold that most Argentine first division football stadiums are fairly safe places which I know is not a perception shared by many residents here.

Anyway,  enough waffling from me. Back to the full mid-week football programme. Boca consolidated their top spot with a 1-0 win over Estudiantes while Racing moved into second place with the same scoreline against Newell’s Old Boys.

There were 1-1 draws in the games between Banfield and Olimpo and Godoy Cruz and Union while the matches between Colon and San Martin and Belgrano and Lanus were both goalless. All Boys notched a rare win – 2-1 away at Arsenal while San Lorenzo also won 2-1 away,  at Velez. And Independiente improved enormously since I saw them last week to beat Rafaela 3-1 away.

So Argentinos Juniors still without a win after eight games and in crisis. Our next opponents? At home to top team Boca Juniors on Sunday.

 

Argentinos Juniors  1  Tigre  1

With hindsight, this game was only ever going to end in a draw. There have been so many this season. But let’s be thankful for small mercies. At least there were a couple of goals and it didn’t start raining, despite threatening to throughout the game, until we were scurrying out of the stadium after we’d applauded our boys off the pitch and on their way to their winter holidays in a kind of semi-enthusiastic , mas o menos, sort of way.

As the final whistle blew, the Tigre fans and players leapt about and on top of one another as though they’d just won the championship and the lottery at the same time. Word had obviously just filtered through that results from the other four games being played simultaneously had gone their way and their place in the top division was safe.

Limited Action

Limited Action

But the news that in Argentina pretty much knocks the world off its axis is that River Plate lost at home to Lanus and must now play a couple of matches against a low-life from a lower division – in this case Belgrano of Cordoba – to retain their place in the top division and avoid relegation for the first time in their history.

As one who’s just lived through the trauma of relegation with West Ham I can assure River Plate supporters that, while it seems at times to be the worst thing that can happen to you, up there with having your house repossessed or your children confessing that they don’t much like football and only accompanied you to games for the burgers, life does go on and there is hope of a better future.

Argentine writer and River fan, Quino, wrote an excellent piece in the Perfil newspaper, for which his fellow fans will brand him a blasphemer, saying he wanted River to go down.

“Bit by bit, year after year,” he wrote, “River have turned into a team without a soul, without football, without goals, without respect for their tradition, with dull footballers and cowardly coaches. And now we’ve reached rock bottom.”

Relegation, he predicts, will deliver them a radical solution that he hopes will allow them to escape from what he calls interminable suffering.

So Long, Farewell.

So Long, Farewell.

Quilmes are down, for sure, after losing 1-0 to Olimpo. Huracan, who lost 5-1 to Independiente, must play Gimnasia, who squandered a two-goal lead to draw 2-2 with Boca, in what promise to be a couple of tense matches. The loser will go down, the winner will have another chance and will battle it out with a team from the lower echelon for a place in the top flight.

I personally witnessed most of Argentinos Juniors’ home games, a couple of away matches and the rest on tele and never have I spent so long watching football for so little reward. The football was often ineffective and the goals sparse. The Bichos were often the better team but in nineteen games they managed just 16 goals and most of them were scored away from home. That is not entertaining football by anyone’s standards.

They finished a very respectable fifth simply by having the best defence in the division, letting in just 11 goals. The champions, Velez, conceded 16 but managed to score more than twice as many as Argentinos Juniors. The point being, if you can’t score goals all our cheering and all the players’ huffing and puffing and running around amounts to very little and frustration will inevitably set in.

I hope the manager, Pedro Troglio, stays and manages to convince key players to remain with him since there’s the foundations of a decent team here. A couple of players who can tuck the ball in the net will make all the difference.

The truth is that none of the other teams I saw at the Diego Maradona stadium this season impressed me. I missed the Velez visit since I was at Upton Park watching West Ham lose to Birmingham City in the poorest exhibition of football at inflated prices that I’ve probably ever seen. May The Blues linger in the lower divisions for a long time and Aston Villa fans, you have my sympathy.

So, I’ll take a break now. I may return for the Copa America that kicks off on July 1. All the games, apart from the final, are being played in cities distant from Buenos Aires.  Since I’ve put my money on Argentina winning every major tournament for the last eight years or so, I’m going to continue in the same vein – Argentina to beat Brazil in the final. Not especially adventurous, I know. Paraguay and Uruguay are good outside bets and could provide an upset or two.

I’m putting my Argentinos Junior’s shirt in the wash now so it’s clean and ironed for next season. Hasta la vista chicos.

Tigre  1  Argentinos Juniors  1

The season kind of fizzled out to a damp end for Argentinos Juniors. But after the unexpected joy of being crowned champions at this stage of last season, I guess this one was always going to be a bit of an anti-climax.

This match at mediocre, mid-table Tigre typified our season. Thanks to the thoughtful industry of Nestor Ortigoza and Juan Mercier, Argentinos Juniors dominated the midfield but their good work, as throughout much of season, usually came to nothing because of the dearth of ideas and options in attack.

Reasons to be Thoughtful

Reasons to be Thoughtful

We were unlucky to go behind in the dying seconds of first half injury time when the referee awarded what was quite clearly not a penalty to Tigre. He was so far from the action that carrier pigeons might have been a better way of relaying to him what was happening in the penalty area than his own eyes.

The Red Bugs came out after the break with all guns blazing and after seventeen minutes Ciro Ruis headed home a well-deserved equaliser. Then they blew and they blew but they couldn’t blow that Tigre house down and 1-1 it finished.

I’m hopeful for next season, but only if the manager, Pedro Troglio, can hide Ortigoza and Merciers’ car keys and burn their passports. I’d also throw goalkeeper, Nico Navarro, into that pot since it’s around these three that a decent team can be built.

They’ve also got a couple of nifty little guys, Hobbits, in Franco Niell and Dario Ocampo, who are great on the ball but sometimes get lost in the long grass.

I saw the top two teams meet in a dull 0-0 earlier in the season. It was a match so boring and so bereft of fundamental footballing skills that, if I’d had wool and a couple of needles with me, I’d have taken up knitting.

Time to rest - and replenish paper stocks

Time to rest - and replenish paper stocks

It just goes to show that there’s not a huge gap in quality between the twenty teams in the top division. One or two players and a manager who can tell a decent midfielder from a field of corn can make all the difference. The other big factor is having a club administration that is not riddled with corruption, idiocy and general uselessness – and there ain’t many of those in the Argentine league.

Pedro Troglio replaced our championship winning manager, Claudio Borghi, at the beginning of the season. And while he didn’t exactly have to re-build from scratch, he did have to impose his style of play on a squad depleted by a number of departures from the 2010 Clausura.

The start of the season was a disaster with the first victory not celebrated until game eight against Banfield.

There was that delightful three-game winning streak, including the 2-0 thumping of Boca Juniors at their place, in the middle of the season. Boca only finished one place above Argentinos Juniors and fizzled out their season with a 1-1 home draw against dire Gimnasia. Their predicament will no doubt be clouded by the euphoria provoked by Martin Palermo scoring his 300th goal for the club. I suspect much of their hope for next season will rest on the shoulders of the old war horse and his fellow geriatric, the most miserable man in football, Juan Roman Riquelme.

See You Next Season

See You Next Season

River Plate could be back on form. They bowed out in style with a string of wins, culminating in 4-1 thumping of Lanus and look to have secured the services of the manager who made that possible, JJ Lopez.

Newly promoted Olimpo and Quilmes are newly relegated. While Gimnasia and Huracan must battle it out with the teams finishing third and fourth in the division below them to retain their places alongside the elite.

As the champions before last, Argentinos Juniors, along with Estudiantes, Godoy Cruz and Velez Sarsfield, will be playing international football next season, in the Libertadores Cup. Independiente, who finished last, will join them since they won the regional trophy that only the winners take much notice of, the South American  Cup.

So it’s football from a distance for me for a few weeks. I’ll be watching the Premiership from my living room with the windows open, the fan whirring and a cold drink at hand, laughing uproariously at the bizarre but no doubt effective woollen clothing items that European fans don to survive sub-zero temperatures.

Hasta la vista, babies!

21/03
2010

Argentinos Juniors  1  Tigre  1

There were five or six of them, middle-aged chaps, working men no doubt with families and bills to pay. But they spent pretty much the whole match, their faces pressed to the wire fence, spewing insults at the Tigre manager, Ricardo Caruso Lombardi. These were not jocular snipes which Lombardi could deflect with witty ripostes. This was pure hatred and the manager was clearly unnerved, aware that if there were no wire fence, these men would tear him limb from limb. He responded, which was daft, since the group of abusers only got angrier. Eyeballs bulged, veins stood out on temples and they whacked the fence.

Lombardi. Villain or victim?

Lombardi. Villain or victim?

I didn’t know what Lombaridi had done to offend them but short of cooking and eating their wives and daughters, I could think of no crime that justified such vitriol. So I investigated and found out that he was a former manager of Argentinos Juniors – an unsuccessful manager so that hatred was justified afterall.

The abusers hardly watched the action on the pitch which was a shame since this was a great game with Argentinos Juniors playing smooth attacking football and effectively stifling the Tigre attack. Nicolas ‘The Vulture’ Pavlovich reaped the reward for this domination with a scrambled goal on 15 minutes. Then in the second half it all fell apart when the Argentinos goalkeeper, Nicolas Peric, momentarily lost his head and ran out of his box to palm away an innocuous ball. The referee had no hesitation in showing him the red card and the Red Bugs were on the back foot.

Tigre made them pay 15 minutes from the end when the league’s top scorer, Carlos Luna, headed home the equaliser in his team’s only attack of the match.

But the real violence has been happening elsewhere in Argentine football.  The game between Newell’s Old Boys and Velez Sarsfield in the city of Rosario attracted only about half of the spectators that normally attend. Thousands stayed away because they were scared and they were right to be.

Six Argentine football fans have been killed in the past month in internal battles for control of the barrabrava. It’s the same old story – there’s money in drugs and there’s power and influence to be had in aligning your group of thugs to the politicians and businessmen who run Argentine football.

But this year there’s an added incentive. Elements within the Argentine government are forking out all-expenses paid trips to South Africa in June for several hundred fans to support the national team. Numbers are limited and everyone wants a piece of the action. It’s difficult to see what’s in it for the government. There’ll be flags and banners waved on international television and with elections due next year some may even sport the names of the presidential couple, Nestor and Cristina Kirchner.

Pimpi - gunned down

Pimpi - gunned down

The latest victim of this violence was Roberto ‘Pimpi’ Camino who was gunned down outside a bar in the city of Rosario. He was an ex-leader of the Newell’s Old Boys barrabrava, hoping to make a comeback. Initial investigations suggest that he was perhaps killed by a group of drug dealers called The Monkies who have links with both of the city’s first division teams – Newell’s and Rosario Central. . They supported him when his star waned but when Pimpi started to operate a parallel drug enterprise, they took offence. Or Pimpi was killed by former policemen who felt he was not respecting their territory. The owner of the bar where the hit took place was himself an ex-policeman called The Bull while the man suspected of ordering the killing is a serving policeman known as The Black Angel. If your nickname is The Black Angel or The Bull you’ll get little job satisfaction handing out parking tickets and giving directions to tourists.  But I’m not sure I’d be frightened of anyone nicknamed Pimpi, however big his belly was.

Among the recent deaths was that of fourteen-year-old Newell’s fan, Walter Caceres, who was shot on a bus returning from a game and policeman, Sergio Rodriguez, caught in the crossfire of a fight at a train station between Estudiantes fans.

None of the violence took place in the grounds so the football administration is quick to distance itself from the killings. “Not our responsibility,” they’ll say. “Blame society.”

There have been 249 football related deaths in Argentina and all the indications are that it’s only going to get worse. Thankfully, Argentinos Juniors is a happy neighbourhood club. The police seem almost embarrassed to search me on the way in and the violence is only verbal and mostly directed at the officials and the opposing team.

Their historic rivals are Platense, a team that plays in an unappealing brown and white strip and are nicknamed the calamares or squid. They’re currently lurking in the nether regions of the second division so the two clubs have not met for some years but there’s a catchy little number sung on the terraces that suggests chopping up and cooking all marine creatures with tentacles.

Heavy rain again played havoc with the weekend football, with the superclassico between Boca Juniors and River Plate suspended after ten minutes  when it became apparent that the players would need snorkels and flippers to continue playing. Despite black market tickets selling for thousands, this is a game that means little since both giants are languishing in the bottom half of the table. Independiente , with a 2-0 win over Rosario Central, are now clear leaders with nine games to play.